[Sodium_noir] Hell is Other People - Aurora

[SN Storyteller]

 Sinclair Party
 1 - 3am
Aurora, Gavin Hutton, Ed Barlow,
Mage, reporter, Editor-In-Chief of the Gotham Herald,

> As her mind wandered to Christine she wondered where her cohort was,
> and what time it was... she was growing tired.  Perhaps it would be
> best to simply seek out Christine again for now...
>
> With that, she picks at an appetizer tray, grimaces at being the
> unlucky one to get the one piece of air-dried cheese, and then starts
> wandering around a bit more.

".... Ghosts?" she catches the word from a random guest but it rings like a 
bell in her head. "You want me to put a story about Ghosts on the front page 
of the Herald? Are you fucking Nuts?"

The conversation comes from a room to the side of the main hall, she hardly 
needs to turn her head to see inside. Two men are arguing over cigars and 
whisky in a room thick with tobbaco and testosterone. The one doing the 
talking is rotund, with salt and pepper hair. His cigar ash perpetually 
about to drop on the Persian Rug. The man being berrated is younger, with 
the colour of an abused liver and blood shot eyes.

"Look, boss" The younger man began "The desks had thirty calls just tonight 
week about spooks and all that shit. I know halloween's only a week away but 
thats pretty hard core. An epidemic .."

"Don't be a prick Gavin." the fat man snorted. "just write the stories I set 
for you and forget all this mumbo jumbo crap. People see ghosts because the 
networks are showing reruns of slasher flicks and the shops are full of 
pumpkins. It happens every year and if you hadn't just crawled out of that 
15 year bottle you'd know that.  Just Give it a rest gavin, before you end 
up like poor old Logan briggs!" he turned away, only catching sight of 
Aurora half way through the next tirade. "Christ on a bike, if this is what 
you're like sober  ..."

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